He offered her the world. She said she had her own.– Monique Duval (via asgardian-feminist)
return to sender
a train without sound is hard to derail (how can something so beautiful fail?) I tongue the scar of your rough-boy love and find nothing but consonants there. I recall once wishing for a heart of ice or a bomb-heart, a heart-myth would suffice like school chalk, lessons strangled my lungs it is summer now, though; I no longer care. my demons, they twirled in espadrilles on my tender skull; I...
I can only be myself when I’m not. so. glaringly. my. self.
To whom it may concern:
I have a newfound appreciation for film. Coldplay’s album A Rush Of Blood To The Head is vastly overlooked. It shouldn’t be. We never, ever, ever truly appreciate something until it’s over. Salve or severance pay? The most difficult part of anything is the breath before the leap. If you can slash through the thicket of your doubts, fears, and anxieties, you can do nearly...
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.– Ernest Hemingway